Slab (L.P Version)

歌詞

Mr. Lucci Texas Freestlye Massacre Slab (Mr.Lucci) *Echos* Ha, Them boys don't think we can freesyle up here huh? Put it in they face, and make them feel somethin These niggaz don't think these Dallas boys got somethin um-huh, just dont know (know)..Tell' em It's me that's creepin up ya' block without no tops, spark and glistenin with the number one niggaz, our side is D-TOWN is bringin these hits wit him Hmm, and is keepin a sliff wit him plus a fifth in him, wit some creased up denim Yu could catch me limpin, right cup sippin, well then I'm sho' nuff pimpin, playa Well i thought ya knew the truth when we drop Mr. Pook' up on you boyz,playa Haters claim the fool, so we let loose, Mr. Luc' wit ghetto noise, say what? Need to watch that Cuz ain't nothin' but platinum plaques comin up out Kevin A. cat I guarantee's that, and ya best believe that Hold on dawg where my sweet at?(Sew it mayne) Nigga pass the flame so I can heat that(Nigga gon' ahead shit) Let me gon' fire up the doskey do', oh, Kevin A. brang the beat back Ain't no stoppin this, soon as we don droppin this Man Ed and Kap down at the barn gon' be choppin it (Chh*Chh*Chh*) with screw versions cross the topand this And a monopoly in the indusrty, is what this gon' occur to me Better peep the crook, chain and the piece (chime.Bling) We some warriors from the North The D Doin it how it's suppose to be wit the crroked azz niggaz that's close to me (Chorus)-2x Mr. Lucci he be comin up the block, on slabs Breakin bitches off and it don't stop, no doubt Wettin up ya spot and leavin' it hoe on swoll, nigga How the hell you feel, we pimpin hoes in tight clothes (Mr.Lucci) Well i'm thankin bout bigger thangs(what?) Bigger chain dawg bigger rings Pimp wit a bigger grain off a side of a bigger frame down a bigger lane I'm a bigger mayne. nigga wit a bigger name spittin bigger game (what you is?) True pimp wit a bigger caine as I step through wit a bigger swang I smoke bigger mo's with bigger pros, and bigger hoes and I stack bigger dough, floss bigger fro's, ride bigger vouges and we pull bigger jacks wit bigger gats and bigger cats and we chief bigger sacs, ride bigger Lacs, hand bigger plaques and I cock bigger locks, break bigger glocks up off ya spot and we work bigger guts, and bigger skills dawg bigger nuts and I'm on a bigger chase wit a bigger lake on a bigger place Hmm, my team? Bigger taste, bigger beats wit bigger bass Wit some bigger thoughts, and some bigger bread and a bigger vault man wit come bigger shit- Hunn, like a bigger walk and a bigger talk (Chorus)-2x (Mr.Lucci) Un, nigga how you feel wit twinkie inches on ya Lac(What...?) Breaki bitches off wit fifth wheel on ya back nigga Choppin up ya game nigga or poppin up ya dane a dane a 100 percent southern raiser, mutherfucka on another page Let ya candy paint, drip and drop, and im off the lot wit ya trunk pop any ya front screens, flip and flop, down the block, and it dont stop Drop, 4 G's wit ease, down at 4 li's wit g's down at and soon as I leave, auto crank the car wit my keys And bet, anytime I see ya i got my seet up blaxin my weed up Nigga full of that G stuff, Hen' and Reefa wit sexier divas Justt call me the W-I-G-S-P, L-I-T-T-A Heeeeyyy chiefin mt life away Won't ever change and front my style, fuck that I'm try'na clown I'm talk talkin bout brangin you hits you can bang in ya shit 4 yaers from now I't s trill so huh? It's goin down hill Reclinin and stackin mills, while shinnin in 'Lac Seville's,Playa (Chorus)-2x